Don’t rejoice too soon.

i wanted to describe
to You my death,
but it was all in vain.
our terror could no longer be contained.
what did it matter,
our minds numb with indifference,
i listened as the voice rose,
powerful yet broken

amid the weeps,
the sobs,
the sighing,
pausing,
as though the strength
to uncover the melody
was stifled in his throat.

what did it matter,
the night was growing longer, never-ending,
no need of sick,
no need,
no need of me,

i’m getting weak,
my strength is gone,
i won’t make it.

don’t give in,
You must resist,
don’t lose Your faith,

today is little paradise,
You at least have pity on me.
the sighing of the entire congregation,
“all earth and universe are God’s!”